Yet no low roome, nor than the greatest, lesse,
If (as devout and sharpe men fitly guesse)
That Crosse, our joy, and griefe, where nailes did tye
That All, which alwayes was all, every where;
Which could not sinne, and yet all sinnes did beare;
Which could not die, yet could not chuse but die;
Stood in the self same roome in Calvarie,
Where first grew the forbidden learned tree,
For on that tree hung in security
    This Soule, made by the Makers will from pulling free.